The Most Dangerous Game Antagonist POV
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- "Hello, I am no thief, I have fallen off my yacht. I am Sanger Rainsford of New York City." says Rainsford. Hmm, thought General Zaroff, he has certainly heard of this name before. He wonders if he can trust this man. Rainsford repeats himself, "I am Sanger Rainsford of New York, I am hungry." "Oh yes!" says Mr. Rainsford, who now remembers this name, “It is a very great pleasure and honor to welcome Mr. Sanger Rainsford, the celebrated hunter, to my home.”.
- Exposition
- “You have some wonderful heads here,” said Rainsford. For a moment the general did not reply; he was smiling his curious red-lipped smile. Then he said slowly, “No. You are wrong, sir. The Cape buffalo is not the most dangerous big game.” He sipped his wine. “Here in my preserve on this island,” he said in the same slow tone, “I hunt more dangerous game.”“I wanted the ideal animal to hunt,” explained the general. “So I said, `What are the attributes of an ideal quarry?’ And the answer was, of course, `It must have courage, cunning, and, above all, it must be able to reason.’” “But no animal can reason,” objected Rainsford. “My dear fellow,” said the general, “there is one that can. “But you can’t mean — ” gasped Rainsford. “Hunting? Great Guns, General Zaroff, what you speak of is murder.”
- Conflict
- “You’ll find this game worth playing,” the general said enthusiastically.” Your brain against mine. Your woodcraft against mine. Your strength and stamina against mine. Outdoor chess! And the stake is not without value, eh?”“And if I win — ” began Rainsford huskily.“I’ll cheerfully acknowledge myself defeated if I do not find you by midnight of the third day,” said General Zaroff. “My sloop will place you on the mainland near a town.” The general read what Rainsford was thinking.
- Rising Action
- Following the trail with the sureness of a bloodhound came General Zaroff. Nothing escaped those searching black eyes, no crushed blade of grass, no bent twig, no mark, no matter how faint, in the moss. He knew that If he needs to find Rainsford, he must be at his best. So he calls out, “Rainsford,” called the general, “if you are within the sound of my voice, as I suppose you are, let me congratulate you.
- Climax
- Wow, thought the general, no one has ever caught one of his dogs in a trap before. “You’ve done well, Rainsford,” the general called out. “Your Burmese tiger pit has claimed one of my best dogs. Again you score. The general knew that when tomorrow comes, Mr. Rainsford stood no chance against his pack of hounds.
- Ah, the general thought, it has been a long day searching for the American, but it seems that he has won. Too bad that he is not here to claim his prize. After eating dinner, the general heads back to his bed, and suddenly, he sees a man hiding behind the curtains of his room. “Rainsford!” screamed the general. “How in God’s name did you get here?"“Swam,” said Rainsford. “I found it quicker than walking through the jungle.” The general made one of his deepest bows. “I see,” he said. “Splendid! One of us is to furnish a repast for the hounds. The other will sleep in this very excellent bed. On guard, Rainsford.” The general now knew that Mr. Rainsford of New York City, must not be messed with!
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